“It’s feeding time.” Said the guard. John was let out of his cell. He proceeded to the dining hall he got a tray and sat at a table alone. He observed the room looking at the inmates. The toughest inmate approached him. “Hello Talbot I heard you killed your girl you creep, she wasn’t putting out was she? Couldn’t wait to lose your virginity? I bet you raped her corpse.” He grinned and showed his yellow smile. His breath reeked of cigarettes. John clawed him with his nails. “I’ve heard enough damned noises in my life but your voice was irritating.” John pounced on top of him and slammed him on the floor. He used his nails and clawed his face leaving a large scar across his face. He bit off his ear and spit it on the floor. His nails had become claws and his teeth were as sharp as fangs. “Listen up, the man I once was has become a monster I am no longer John Talbot. I am Lone Wolf!”
The man stood up blood was gushing from his head. “Boys, teach this bastard a lesson.” Half the room surrounded John. He looked out through a window the moon was full. The beast came out he roared and let the animal lose. The inmates took out shanks and charged. The first five in front of him were easy kills. John slashed and cut open a man’s jugular vein. Then two came on his left and right. He leaped in the air and landed on both of them. Before he could turn a man jumped on him and began stabbing him in the shoulder. He grabbed the man turned and chucked him towards the crowd. Fifty men jumped on him all of them stabbing trying to find a weak spot. Just as death became immanent, John remembered the wolf that killed Erin. He knocked them all off and roared; he felt like a god. All the men trembled before him. Then he felt a needle in his shoulder when he looked it was a tranquilizer dart. He fell to the floor.
